#* codedsarcasm !

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                    @codedsarcasm // san fran

                she releases a deep sigh as she stares at the computer nessa works on. “anything yet?” she asks, knowing she’s likely bugging the shit out of her friend, but her incessant need to know everything often gets the best of her. “sorry if i’m annoying you i just -- sorry,” she mutters, looking down at the phone in her hands, hoping a response from her other hacker friend comes in soon.

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                    @codedsarcasm // another shitty motel

                there’s a deep purple and red bruise forming around her left eye, her lip is split and swollen, a stabbing pain on her right side screams for attention, and she swears she hears bone cracking every time she takes a step. with every step of her boots, regan’s body is overcome with pure agony, an intense kind of pain she knows all too well.

                she fumbles in her pocket for a few seconds before letting out a frustrated grunt -- she lost the key to the motel door. regan brings her knuckles to the door, knocking a couple times to let nessa know she’s come back. now imprinted on the door is crimson, making her look to her broken, bloodied, and bruised knuckles. a small smirk pulls at the left side of her face as the door opens. she stumbles in, falling onto the side of the bed, then onto the floor.

                “so, uh,” she mutters, laying there on the ground, knowing she must look pathetic and weak. “i need help.”